NOTE: I need to make a mention of a few things first, so please read this before you continue to the story! This is NOT my original story. All the original concepts, story-lines, plot, everything, belongs to AngelicInkLing. I do not take credit for this story idea or his work. I was inspired to write a "Part 2" to the story because I had read and loved his "Rockwaller Sisters" story for years and he never finished it. I always wondered what would have happened and so I am here to help him finish the story with this part. It would be of benefit for you to read all of his original story to provide context for the rest of the story I am posting.

I also tried to put as much summary of the original story into this chapter as I could so some gaps could be filled in and you can understand what's going on, but again, two things, one, GO READ the original story. It's six chapters. Two, I do NOT take any credit for the story. I just want to finish it because it's really good. Too good to just be left unfinished so I'm trying my hand at it and hoping I'll do the best job possible. I hope you all like it! Thank you!

"I'm going to teach you not to touch her! Come here, now!" Connie shouted as she approached the scared blonde with great vigor.

By reflex, he quickly disengaged from Lonnie's embrace and started swimming away for his life. "I'm sorry!"

Lonnie laughed so hard as she watched him try to get away in a futile attempt, she knew, to save his life. "Ron! Connie has been swimming all her life. She is very athletic. You're not getting away from her."

"What?!" He shouted as he looked back at the sexy blonde. Big mistake.

"Gotcha!" Connie screeched.

"Ahhh! C- connie, I'm sorry! Ah!" He yelled as she ducked him under the water a few times. Confused, Rain stripped off her short-shorts and halter top, thankful she wore her bikini on this warm, August day.

"Hey, Lonnie, what's going on?" Lonnie heard from behind her. She turned, watching as the sexy, raven-haired girl approached her and smiled. "Oh, Connie is being a drama queen.. like usual."

Rain giggled, now they were standing side by side, waist-deep in the water, watching the ensuing attempted homicide of one, Ronald Stoppable. "Should we help him?"

"Ackkk! Yes! Please!" Ron managed to strain out.

"Why were you making a move on Lonnie?" Connie again shouted as she held him by his shirt and glared daggers at him. I never realized he was quite so muscular under this jersey. We are so talking about his wardrobe like we will with Bonnie about hers' when we get back to the house.

"Um.. uh-" Ron could only manage, his thoughts failing him. However, Lonnie saved him.

"Calm down, prima-dona." Lonnie snorted, rolling her eyes and approached the two. "It was all my idea. I wanted to go for a swim and we got a bit playful. Although, I'll say, it was fun messing with you."

"Nothing happened?" She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms under her bountiful chest.

"What's it to you? Why do you care?" Lonnie narrowed her eyes.

"Because-" Connie was taken back by her sister's brazenness, and had to think fast. "I am worried this pervert is going to maul you when he finally gets you alone. You should be thankful I was coming down for a suntan."

"That's not what those pink hues on your cheeks suggest, Connie." Rain threw in as she glided her way to the trio. "Maybe you want him, too?" She winked.

Connie threw a glare at Rain and gave her a piece of her mind. "Shut up!"

Rain raised her hands before Connie turned back to Ron and looked him square in his dilated pupils. "Your shirt. Take it off."

"What?" Ron looked puzzled.

"You heard me. I said take it off. I am punishing you again."

Ron didn't understand what he was being punished for if everybody came to the conclusion they were just playing in the pond or how this was a punishment at all but he complied anyways. "O- kayyyyy" he replied and simply slid his hockey jersey up and over his head. "It's probably best it comes off anyway. If anything, I'm over-dressed. Rain, is it possible I can have my clothes dried? I don't think it would be good for me to walk back in all soaked."

When he finished his question, it was only then that he realized that all three of them were just standing there in the water with dropped jaws as they ogled his light washboard pecks and abs. Certainly none of them expected this from the clumsy, awkward and typically scared teen. He wasn't bulky or a body-builder by any means, but he clearly worked out or did stuff that involved a lot of physical activity to get a body like this. He was lean, yet firm, showing real muscle.

Between the three girls, all they could think was, Oh.. my.. god.

"Uh, girls?"

"What?" Lonnie snapped out of her trance, and the other two did the same.

"Well, I wasn't expecting that." Rain laughed and winked at Ron.

Ron's face scrunched in confusion, yet again. "Huh?" He looked at the three of them. "What?"

"Ummmm.." Connie blushed again, even harder and quickly turned to swim back to shore "We should probably be getting back. We left the kids with grandma and she's probably done fixing lunch by now."

Rain gently swam over to Ron and caught him by surprise as she snaked herself along his exposed torso from behind and purred into his ear, "I'd be happy to take all your clothes and dry them... anytime." Ron blanched at the sexual innuendo of her words. Even he was not so clueless to not pick up on that.

Lonnie glared at him and growled, "Come on player, let's go get ready for lunch."

Ron could sense as he watched her swim away from him that she was not happy. Perhaps it was with him. And if so, what for? He didn't know but he did have a feeling that she wasn't going to want to talk to him much right now and sighed.

Girls. I will never understand them.

Connie and Rain had gone on ahead a bit, having left the water first and were now chatting as they walked barefoot, side-by-side, followed by Lonnie who also followed them by about 10 feet which left Ron way at the back of the pack. He had tried calling out to Lonnie, but she simply kept on her brisk pace not even showing any hint of acknowledgment towards him. All he could really do now was wait to see what happened next and think.

The beautiful, lush green grass and trees that surrounded them would normally capture his attention as he loved nature. However, on the way back to the house, Ron's mind was almost oblivious to his outer surroundings. He had all sorts of new information to process and there was also everything that happened back at the pond.

Earlier in the day, when they first arrived at the orphanage, he was greeted at the door of the house just off to the side of the main building by that sweet, elderly lady who ran the place and her assistant, Rain. He found himself alone at one point or another, with either Rain or Lonnie and they had each shared about a half of their total background together, helping him understand the whole story.

Rain had told him about what had happened to her as she was walking down the freeway near the orphanage when a drunk Connie and Lonnie had been returning from a party. Their car slammed into a truck before a sleepy Connie had hit her. This had forced Rain to be hospitalized and bed-ridden for a couple months and the sisters went to fill in for her to help granny run the orphanage. Rain was lucky to be alive. She also had explained that after helping out around the orphanage for a bit, they started to fall in love with the children, the place and even her and granny. This sort of created a tight-knit, almost familial kind of bond between the four of them and the children that were there.

Ron and Rain chose to sit under her favorite tree and he asked her her story. She told him what there was to tell and then the kids came running out of the house and played with him. After Rain decided to go back up to the house with Connie and the children, Lonnie sat down in the spot where her friend had been and ordered him to sit next to her. Next, was her's and Connie's side of things.

Lonnie's story was pretty consistent with Rain's. She filled him in on the rest of the story. She and Connie had felt that they were responsible for the whole mess and they wanted to go and do for them whatever they could. Despite their good intentions, they were still hesitant to even approach them with their offer to help out and take on Rain's duties because they were afraid that granny would despise them and see them as the reason for all their problems. They almost didn't do it, but after talking about it with granny she told them mistakes happen, to focus on doing good and helping and she assured them all was forgiven.

Ron remembered the glow that Lonnie seemed to get as she told her story and about the orphanage. In her own words, at first when they started, it was a task to try to fix a wrong. As time went on, however, they started to love what they were doing and felt that they were making a real difference.

Ron chewed these pieces of information carefully. He remembered hearing stories in High School about the famous duo that also attended the same school he did. They were the "queen-b's" of their school at the time they attended, similar to like how Bonnie was now. Perhaps that's where Bonnie got all her attitude from. He didn't know but he had to reason her sisters were a big factor. They used to be Bonnie. The snarky, cold-hearted, mean popular girls who associated themselves only with popularity and superiority over others they deemed to be "losers" and lower than themselves.

As he thought more about the sisters ahead of him, the more it seemed plausible they might have completely changed. The accident had opened their eyes to reality, that any stupid or careless act they did could ruin someone's life forever. Sure, earlier, back at their house they teased Bonnie about her room, and he had been pushed out the bedroom window by Connie in time from the fear of her catching Ron in her room with them trying to clean up her messy floor, but he realized that back in the day when they were their old selves, they would have laughed him off and called him a loser. But they didn't. It was almost like they were somewhat fond of him, although now, he wasn't so sure about Lonnie since she wouldn't speak to him. Perhaps he would just have to wait that out and see if she would decide to share what was wrong later because he just didn't have a clue.

In the few hours he had been around them, he had learned so much about them. Their lives, their past and their likes and interests. As far as what was ahead in being their "slave", he didn't know what to expect or how long his servitude would be required for. But as long as he was under their control, while he didn't think it was ideal, he would try to help them out in whatever ways he could. After all, it's in his nature to want to help people and do good.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the voices ahead pick up in volume and for the first time in just about the whole walk back, he saw what was actually in front of him. They had made it back to the house just next to the main building which served as the orphanage. Rain had pulled out her key and slid it into the lock before Connie looked back at Ron.

"Ron, Rain is going to get you some clothes to wear while your clothes are in the drier. You'll need to take off your clothes before you enter the house." Connie said.

"What?!" Ron shouted.

"I mean- ummm," Connie stammered, realizing what she had just said. Meanwhile beside her, Rain couldn't contain her laughter, "ugh! That's not what I meant! You can just stay in your underwear!" Connie just kept digging a hole deeper for herself as she looked at the others just staring at her. "It's just so he wouldn't leave a wet trail. He's soaked!"

Lonnie just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "Connie, I don't know why you're acting so weird about this. You already snapped a pic of his dick earlier, remember? We've seen it."

"I haven't!" Rain exclaimed before she felt everyone's eyes on her and she blushed and shrank in her spot.

"What I'm trying to say is we'll dry them for you. There is a spare room down the hall just off the living room where you can change out of those and into the new ones." Connie said.

"Yeah, don't worry. Granny's husband, Lord rest his soul now, had a closet full of his old clothes. She won't mind you borrowing. She has a heart of gold. I'll take you to one of the spare rooms. You can change there." Rain added.

"Okay, lead the way then I guess." Ron rubbed his neck, feeling awkward.

After they had entered the house and he closed the door, Ron heard the faint mumbling talk of clearly Rain's voice speaking to Connie as they disappeared down a hallway off the living room, "you have to send me that pic".

Ron groaned and followed them.

That afternoon, everyone sat down to eat. The meal was delicious and everyone shared tales around the dinner table about themselves and their life experiences. This was primarily to help Ron understand, further their relationship to one another, how they got where they were in life and how their experiences have helped shape who they are, today. Granny and Rain were the ones who primarily wanted to hear more about Ron and his missions as a member of 'Team Possible' and asked him bunch of questions.

By the time lunch was over, Ron's clothes had finished drying and he thanked Rain and Granny for drying them and letting him wear grandpa's old clothes. He got dressed and went out to sit on the front porch seat, while everybody cleaned the table as they talked. Ron wanted to help, but Lonnie told him to go out and sit on the porch until she was done. He had a feeling she wanted to discuss something very important. What? He didn't know that quite yet. But he felt the air needed to be cleared. Particularly with what happened out at the pond.

Ron was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the front door creak open. He looked up to his left and saw the tall, beautiful blonde step out onto the wooden patio. She wasn't looking at him, still. This deflated Ron a bit, but he kept an open mind. Anything can happen.

She walked over to the bench swing he was sitting on and sat down beside him. For about a minute, neither of them said anything. Ron still felt a thick tension in the air between them and it was now really beginning to bother him. Just right when he was about to speak, Lonnie happened to look right at him. "Shut up, slave. I'm still mad."

Ron nodded and sighed. Lonnie bit her lip, perhaps, she thought, that maybe she was being a little harsh towards him. He did, after all, give her one of the best days of her life, in recent memory at least.

"You are going to continue being mine and Connie's slave. At least until we say your debt is paid off." Lonnie looked him dead in the eye and pushed further. "You did well today, but we will need your help for other things beyond just today."

"Like what?"

"Quiet, slave!" Lonnie huffed. "Wait until I'm done."

Ron merely nodded one more.

"Anytime we need something, you will fulfill your duties without complaint. However, we are not cruel or unkind.. as much as we used to be, so here's what we'll do to make it fair for you. Anytime you do something and accomplish it, we will give you a reward. Do you have any questions?" Lonnie finished.

Ron thought for a moment and looked down. Lonnie didn't fail to notice his change from neutral as he listen to her, to now almost seemly sad. "Do you hate me?" He mumbled.

"What?"

Ron looked up into her eyes this time. "Back at the pond, you seemed mad at me. Did I do anything to upset you?"

"Really, Ron? Out of everything I just said and you're focused on that?" Lonnie said.

"Heh, well," Ron rubbed his neck, "It's kinda been on my mind this whole afternoon."

"Why does it matter?" She curtly replied.

"I know you were both women of your word and you won't rat me out to the police for sneaking in through your bedroom window as part of the dare I took to find one of your underwear.." Ron blushed. Lonnie did not look amused but kept going. "but it's just that, I don't know.. I seemed to be getting under your good graces and making you happy. When I see you any other way, I'll be honest, it kinda hurts me. And yeah, you know? I kinda do care about your opinion. I don't know how or why, but I do."

Lonnie's heart melted right there on the spot having heard his confession. Never had she had anybody tell her something like that. She dated a lot of guys, but they never made her feel this special.

Her eyes welled up but she didn't allow herself to cry. She wouldn't let him see that. It was then she scooted towards him so now they were sitting right next to each other, thighs touching. Lonnie wrapped her arms around his and gently laid her head on his shoulder as she thought about what her next words to the blonde would be.

"Ron, I'm not mad you. Not anymore. Yeah, I should be. If I ever had any reason to be, which there was, it was when I found you in my room going through my pantie drawer."

"I'm really sorry again about that. Thank you for forgiving me, Lonnie. I thought I did something back at the pond to make you mad at me, though."

Lonnie shook her head. "No. Not at you."

"Oh.." Ron said, nodding but getting the impression not to press her further on the topic. Somethings are just not your business, he guessed.

The sun was starting to sit. They sat there on the porch swing closely, their arms wrapped together. Lonnie decided to reward him again for making her feel special today by laying the palm of her hand in his. Ron looked down at the intertwined fingers and looked back up at Lonnie. She had her eyes closed and was smiling, blissfully.

Not wanting to ruin the moment, he kept his mouth shut and sat still, allowing himself to feel the pleasure of all this. The soft breeze grazed across their faces. Everything was just peaceful.

Deep down inside, Lonnie was feeling something, yet again, she never ever felt before. Just a total serenity with another person. She had to admit, Ron had a way of putting her at ease and she felt she could say or do anything with him there. Here was a guy she caught pantie-handed in her bedroom, but yet before said day was even over, she had a fast, ever-growing fondness for him. She felt like she could trust him and how that was possible, it was beyond her. All she knew was going forward, only good could come from having him in her life. He was a keeper.

Lonnie opened her eyes and craned her neck up to place a small, soft kiss on his cheek when he wasn't expecting it. Ron looked at her shocked and blushed. She smiled and shushed him. She couldn't help herself. She was very grateful for what he's done for her. "That's a reward. And there will be many more of those if you keep being good."

Ron smiled wide at this. He never got kissed by any girl, but he liked it.

"Getting fresh with the slave again?" A voice called out shaking Lonnie out of her world. She looked towards the source and saw Connie walk out and sit on the other side of Ron on the swing.

"Have you finished with granny and Rain?" Lonnie asked her sister.

"Yeah. I already gave Rain the clothes in the box and helped them clean up and put the kids to bed."

There was a comfortable silence shared between the trio.

"Ron, I hope Lonnie told you about the conditions of your servitude." Connie looked at him, expectantly.

"She did. We already went over that." He clarified.

"Good. Now, I think I owe you my reward for an overall good day." This time he felt a pair of soft lips plant themselves on his other cheek. Ron blushed.

"However, just because you did good for us today, doesn't mean you are out of the woods. We will call you whenever we need you to do something for us. Give me your cell for a moment." She stuck her hand out, gesturing for him to hand it to her.

Confused, Ron pulled the device out of his pocket before Connie snatched it and started working. He wanted to see what she was doing until about a minute later, "Here. This is our house number. But only call that in case you can't reach either of us on our cells for some reason. I put mine and Lonnie's cells in your contacts, also. But I will give you a warning. Do not hand out our numbers to anyone else. Let us know everything you do outside of school on what days and times and we can work around that. We'll also let you leave on missions and have you make it up to us. We're very flexible. We trust you." She finished and handed him back his phone.

"Are we ready to go?" Lonnie looked at Connie.

"Yeah. We'll drop you off at your house, Ron." She said as the sisters got up off the swing. He sighed silently to himself and followed them to the car.